John Bliven Morin Poems

O please won't someone listen to
The tale I have to tell?
I know you won't believe me for
She cast a faerie spell.
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My version of a Jewish folk song;
the 2nd stanza should start slow,
then get faster & faster to the end.
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Minos the King, in violent rage,
In leaving, struck down a nearby page;
To prison he had his councelors, take;
For the crime of making a mistake.
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See there! Two bold beams of light
Cut brightly through the city's night,
Where two great towers stood in grace;
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If power corrupts,
and absolute power
corrupts absolutely,
Then if a totally evil
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It was a sickly yellow;
Awful colour, I recall,
Not quite green,
Hidious sheen,
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Come sit with me, you children,
in a circle round the fire;
Let me tell you all a story
while the pine log flames get higher;
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I ‘member still thar voices,
Thet night so long ago;
Cousin Billy and his friend,
They wuz excited so.
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The forest doves are quiet now;
Far down the hill, a dog barks in the darkness,
And the long dark forms of mountain-pigs
Pass through the tall Ti plants in the stillness.
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The King is protected,
The Queen can be vicious;
The Bishop is sneaky,
The Knight is malicious;
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